Fire Ball

You would think that eighteen months of experience would teach us to look at our house through the eyes of our toddler and realize that this place will never be completely baby proof. You would also think that we would have abandoned our attitude that we don’t have to baby proof everything because we can teach our son to be obedient.

Whatever.

We have a 1950s era Magic Chef gas stove in our kitchen that I adore. It is one of a kind and I’m reluctant to get rid of it. I’m a bit nostalgic. Not to mention that thing is so darn big that it won’t fit out the side door or the front door, so we plan to keep it for awhile. Either until our house burns down or we get ambitious enough to take it apart.

Fortunately for us, we shouldn’t have to wait too long for the house to burn down. Little King David has discovered the knobs on the front of the stove and he won’t keep his naughty little hands off of them.

Friday night, we were making English muffin pizzas for dinner because the kids love them and Mama was too tired to cook a fancy meal. Imagine our surprise when the one pound bag of shredded mozzarella cheese on the stove top burst into flames!

You might imagine that experience would teach Mama not to be leaving stuff on the stove burners, but you might be wrong.

Last night, I was distractedly packing up the leftover chili from the crockpot when my Tupperware container suddenly began flaming.

Consequently, my top Google searches today have been:

Stove Knob Covers

Discipline for Toddlers

Chocolate Sale

(Ok, that has nothing to do with this post, but it sounds yummy, doesn’t it?)